Shells of sharpnel flying over our heads Fountains of mud pile up to the sky
Atrocious artillery fire Creating a colossal wall of flame Rattling machine guns Spewing fire like mad machines Thunderous roaring Bombs looping high up in the air Shells falling down in the trenches Soldiers collapse in a bloody heap
Fire storm
Incredible massing of forces In the hour of destiny To fight for a distant future And the violence it unleashed
The clouds of our gas shells beaten back by a headwind Overwhelmed by the blunt force, a raging fire-storm
This place looks grisly Scattered around this scorched site are bodies Burned beyond recognition
Shells of sharpnel flying over our heads Fountains of mud pile up to the sky
Atrocious artillery fire Creating a colossal wall of flame Rattling machine guns Spewing fire like mad machines Thunderous roaring Bombs looping high up in the air Shells falling down in the trenches Soldiers collapse in a bloody heap
Fire storm
Incredible massing of forces In the hour of destiny To fight for a distant future And the violence it unleashedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
